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[How Are You?] - SleepyboisInc Story

{Disclaimer : This story does not have any romantic relationships, Family Dynamic only! I hope you enjoy reading this :) }

Sweat poured from his forehead as he worked quickly against the stand he fought up against. It was his time off, no wars were going on at the moment in the area. No political affairs he was in or needed to be in at the moment. No big issues with enemies and yet here he was training to keep him and the voices in his head at bay. His body was tense and quick, a swing left and then right with only a few seconds to spare in between. His wrapped hands gripped on to the shoulder pads of the dummy, flipping himself over with ease like all the times he has practiced before this moment. One clean cut of his sharp blade and the dummies head was hanging loosely by a thread or two. Making the hybrid sigh in annoyance since he would have to sew it back in it's place later on in the evening.

The hybrid turned to the next stand to his right, this one had needed to be replaced a long time ago. Getting the okay a couple days early from Phil to destroy it however he liked to and just to clean it up after. The blade ran toward the dummy stand there, the breeze blew it slightly to the side. Yet it didn't even matter to the warrior as he ran up upon it. Sword was already deep in to the material of the dummy that stood there. The blade took out his blade, taking a few more quick steps as he practiced a parry move he has wanted to master through and through. With a satisfied smile his blade dug through the fabric, ripping off the arms. They fell tot he ground, two soft thuds along with a third of the head falling off and on to the ground as well. The warrior was never done with his training, he never wanted to be. Even though he has one countless wars, several fights among the greatest enemies he had, several sparring matches against Dream and even a few against Phil. He was never perfect, he would never be no matter how hard he tried to be. Leaving the empty pit in his stomach bare, not even his blood lust could quench the need of the emptiness that stowed away inside him.

As he stood there he felt eyes on him, the warrior held his blade tightly in his grasp. Wanting to turn and fight his next training dummy, just to restart and fight them or at least the ones with less damage all over again. Yet the feeling of a gaze never subsided within him, to many wars will do that to you evidently. Being able to tell someone was watching you from either a close or a far distant was a blessing and a curse at the same time.

"You do know that you could always relax once and a while ya know" A small smirk formed on Techno's face once he heard the smooth British accent of the musician coming outside on to the porch of their get away home out in the woods. The home where so many good memories were shared in over the years by the makeshift family they liked to call each other. Techno wiped his forehead of sweat before turning to face him. Catching the towel Willbur had thrown at him with ease, only catching the brunette roll his eyes softly as he slowly walked over and sat down beside him. A thud of the woods flexing from the sudden shift in weight of the two sitting there on the top step. The clang of the metal against the wood was loud as the warrior's sword rested behind him.

"Thanks" muttered the warrior softly in appreciation to the brunette's action. Techno's eyes stared out in to the woods as he rested his towel in his lap, folded neatly even though he would use it again. Feeling Wilbur's eyes staring at him like they were burning in to his soul. Something he always hated really, he always hated eyes on him, it made him feel on edge and anxious. It was something Phil always had done to him too, he always made him confess when something was wrong just from one stare. Techno turned his head slightly, earning a small smile from the brunette as he fidgeted with the string on his sleeve that hung loosely by his wrist. Almost like he was hiding something...guilty is another answer that came to mind as well.

"How are you Techno?" Wilbur finally asked, confusing the hybrid as he sat there in silence. How could he even answer him? Wilbur knew about his anxiety, his past wars and nightmares on occasion that occurred in his messed up head. Maybe even a tiny bit about his voices from what he remembered Phil telling him years early when he had asked what was wrong with him. Techno sighed softly as he grabbed his towel and wiped the back of his neck, he didn't know how to answer honestly. How could he, he was never okay in the slightest, there was always something going on.

"I'm....okay" He had to think about his answer, earning a unconvinced look from the brunette sitting next to him. The brunette rolled his eyes as he rested his chin on his palm, the boards creaked as he fixed his weight to his other side. Tracing over his initials he carved in to the wood years earlier.

"Techno..."

"Yes"

"That isn't your real answer and you know it" The blade knew he could lie very well actually, or very well to some he should say. His answer was not convincing enough yes, but what could he have said to get a better reaction out of the bard he called family. "Yes I am totally fine Willbur thank you for asking?". He wished he could be okay though....he wished that answer was the truth, and yet it was far from it. A sigh left his lips, muffled on the sides from his small tusks he hated dearly. His grayish blue eyes stared calmly at the grass as the wind moved the leafs that laid upon the earth. For a normal person it would be easy to sit and relax, yet his head was filled with nonsense he couldn't tune out accept for rare occasions.

"I'm....anxious Willbur" The warrior used his formal name, keeping it business as pure usual like the gremlin child always said from time to time. The brunette's head perked up in surprise, never hearing his tense older brother figure speak his true feelings out in the open like this. It was always a lie, a lie anytime anyone asked him family or not. A lie to keep Tommy and Ranboo from worrying about him, a lie just to avoid the constant prying at him for the truth. For once he was an open book, his tall guarded walls lowered just an inch. But that was all it took for the brunette in the beanie to feel happy, to feel close to his distant brother again like the years before. The times he so dearly missed if dawned upon him sometimes when he would watch how his family would act sometimes.

"I could tell something was up....you seem more tense then usual out here...This place, it's supposed to calm us of the harsh world that eats away at out sanity bit by bit...Tell me what is troubling you Technoblade?" A small chuckle was all his reply was, the brunette turned to see the look on his face.

"Now you're starting to sound like Phil Willbur" Techno replied instantly, making Will bite down on his tongue almost to stop talking. He didn't want to ruin this moment, he didn't want Techno to feel like he needed to tell him anything. Techno's hands gripped on to his towel as he sat there, a quick glance was all it took to see Will's face. The look of anxiety, fear that was building up within him. He hated that look, fear was an emotion he experienced regularly. Fear was something he never wanted to see with his family. He didn't want to see him as the monster he truly was. A dark cloud now loomed over his head as the voices screamed and shouted at him. Yet he felt like he needed to reply in order to get the brunette out of this feeling his was having at the moment.

"I*sigh*...I feel anxious because nothing has happened...I know this place is shielded off from everyone and everywhere else for the time being. But I'm half expecting to have someone just come out of the bushes and attack me...attack us here. I keep having to side track myself in order to not think so much about it. Yet I can't seem to help myself at times..." His fists clenched as he sat there, hating that he was confessing what was in his head at the moment. Yet if it made Willbur feel happy then he would.

"My life if filled with surprises....*looks at hands* violence, bloodshed...being able to just sit and relax for the first time in forever doesn't sit well with me. I need to do something, I need to train in order to keep myself busy from everything else running through my mind. Sitting here wasting my time when someone could be destroying my base...All the possibilities are just endless of what could be happening out there. " The blade finally replied, confessing his dark feeling to his brother. As he turned to look at him though it didn't seem to help any like he thought it would. The warrior glanced at him confused, his brown eyes just avoided him some what as he sat. Moving his guitar over slightly since it was resting up against his back harshly from how tight the strap was around him. The brunette just gazed at his guitar in his hands, almost like it was going to do something right then and there. The pinkette just simply gazed back out toward his training dummies toward the side of the woods. How destroyed and badly beaten they looked, knowing he would need new ones sooner or later.

"How are You feeling Will?" Techno asked, not being one for sentimental moments like these. He never wanted to look soft and vulnerable, but the musician needed him now so that was what was needed. The brunette's eyes glanced over to the pinkette sitting there beside him, watching as he moved his leg to lay on top of the other one. The truth was, he didn't know how he was feeling either. Even though no words left his mouth, the warrior could tell what was running through his mind as he sat there. They thought to much alike at times it was sickening, so if he was thinking at all like him then he knew what was wrong. He knew what could truly trouble him as they sat in silence.

"I don't know..." The brunette continued with a solemn look written upon his face. Techno could only wait patiently for his answer, not intending to pry and beg for one in return.

"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, it's fine if you want to keep it to yourself" Willbur nodded his head, still trying to gather the right words in his head before he spoke.

"I....I don't think I belong here right now if that makes any sense to you...who am I kidding of course it makes sense to you Techno" Silence was shared between the two for a couple seconds. But that silence was agreed upon by both of them, the silence said many words then non like some would think. The pinkette's gaze was shifted over to the brunette sitting beside him. he almost felt bad for his so called brother to go through this mental trauma like he goes through. It will never be half of what the warrior has to deal with. But even some was enough to push some one over the edge even just a little bit.

"You feel trapped....almost like you are taking up space out here" Techno replied, only to get a nod of agreement in return by the musician. Techno truthfully didn't know how to cheer up his brother sitting there, when he had these thoughts he would try to push them away as far as he could. Sidetracking himself with something else or doing something like fighting in wars to prove his worth.

"You know I feel that way all the time too....ever since Phil found me I almost felt as if I shouldn't even be here with you all. No matter how many times he insisted that he found me for a reason, that fate brought us together. I would never listen, this feeling would just keep grinding away at my thoughts... I never felt like I belonged here...belonged with any of you...and yet here we are, what 21...22 years late and still everyone is together" The blade finally spoke, trying to show that there was nothing to fear about that emotion his brother was feeling at the moment. Reassurance was hard for the blade to achieve with the people he cared for, he normally was there to fight for them, to protect them. Talking and caring was more Phil and Will's side of things.

"Did you really feel that out of place?"

"Will....I literally have tusks and pointed ears....don't you think I sort of stick out some in my hybrid form I take?" The blade replied, hearing his brother's laughter soon after which was what he hoped for even though he wasn't trying to be funny and make a joke.

"I guess you're kind of right there....but you do belong here Techno, you belong here with us"

"And so do you...don't feel like you're trapped and taking up space here willbur....I know sometimes it feels that way...Sometimes it feels like you can't do anything for anyone but you can't let that dwindle upon you when it's not true" The blade replied quickly, making the musician realize what the lesson was with his brother's words. The brunette gazed back at his brother, stretching as he sat there. With a couple satisfying pops of his back he was back to leaning on his knees. The brunette smiled warmly at him, noticing the quick glance over toward him. Techno nodded his head, not needing to take the thank you the brunette wanted to gladly reply in return. Techno's scarred hand grabbed his old iron blade that sat behind him. Standing up with the help of Will as he sat his hand on his shoulder to give him a boost. For living as long as he has he could never admit sometimes how hard it was to stand back up after sitting for long periods of time. The blade stood there, staring down at his brother that still sat on the first step of the old porch.

"Are you happy with your little intervention we had?" Techno asked as he raised his eyebrow, pretending not to care in the slightest. The brunette paused for a second, recalling everything that had just happened to him in the past couple minutes of sitting there. He quickly nodded his head, a smile was still on his face as he gazed at his brother standing there. He could see the small smile on his face as he stood there patiently.

"Very happy actually...you helped me think through some things...so thank you" Willbur replied as he fixed his position on the stairs to up against the house. His guitar was in his hands ready to play like he was wanting to do in the first place coming out here. The warrior nodded his head in return before turning to go and fight his dummies once more like he was doing earlier on.

"And Will"

"Yes?"

"Don't tell Phil I said any of that stuff alright...he already worries enough, I don't need to make him grow any more gray hairs then he already has from the two of you" Willbur chuckled softly at Techno's joke he was making.

"Sure Techno sure....I just want you to know you can talk to me alright...that's if you want to to get stuff off your chest ya know" They were silent again, the warrior stopped walking toward his dummies in the yard.

"I'll think about it alright"

"I'm here if you need me"

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Technoblade Spanish Attack 2

https://clips.twitch.tv/WimpyPlainCheetahKeyboardCat-bljFdMFLSvO4IRAj

(From Tommy’s proximity chat bedwars stream)

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I post at least once every week with new fanart if you are interested in seeing them. My page is full of DreamSMP, Sleepyboisinc and Bananabussquad if those are the things you are interested in!

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SleepyBois 2/4 + Ranboo

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{Fire wood} - SleepyBoisInc Fanfic

(This is SleepyBoisInc family Dynamic, No relationships what’s so ever!)

The cold night air made his cheeks cold with windburn as they turned pink. Any time he breathed out he could see the fog in front of him in the dark scenery. The sound of snow crunching underneath each step he would make as he made it back toward the house in the middle of basically no where for now at least. The plans of moving were always brought up in the house hold every once in a while. Sometimes it would be for the same reason, other times it would just be one of them complaining about the lack of area they have near the city. Or the fact that it took an hour to travel to the nearest village for trading. The boy sniffed and coughed lightly in to his shoulder as he dropped the handle of the sled that dragged more wood toward the house. He felt as if he would be doing a good deed getting extra wood out near the shed. Knowing dadza would have to go out and grab some once some body notices the last log is catching fire and they have ran out.

This was his chance to prove himself to his family he felt once he left the house earlier on. Feeling as though this would prove how independent he could be by completing the task his brothers would handle. His wish was to help out more, even though that was a dream to some people to not take part in chores. Yet he felt as though he was freeloading and wanting to take part in helping around sometimes. This being one of them since no one was out taking care of the job he noticed needed to be done. It was easy to be fair, it wasn’t like he had to go and cut a tree down personally. There were extra logs stacked by the small shed near the house they used for storing things. It was extra from Phil cutting trees the other day for the new fence he was making around the house they lived in. The task took a couple of minutes at most, stacking the small bit of logs on to the sled he dug out of the shed beside the pile. Yet even in those couple minutes of him standing out in the cold he could already feel his fingers being frozen, not to mention his cheeks and nose that were uncovered.

A small sigh left his chapped lips as he ran his gloved hand through his hair. Neglecting the fact his glove had snow on it’s finger tips before he ran it through his blonde locks. He bent down quickly, picking up a couple of logs or at least the amount he could handle. Not mentioning the fact he tried to carrier even more, but his strength was no match to his elder brother that could carry three maybe even four times his size. Not even grown up yet, but his mind seemed to age faster then his body did. The steps were loud as the creaked when the pressure of the blonde’s boots hit them. Trying to clear off as much snow off of the bottom of them as possible so he didn’t drag any inside. With his hands full it was hard to reach the door knob at first. Yet he tried his hardest and succeeded in grabbing a hold of it when he almost gave up. The boy sniffed slightly to try and clear his stuffed nose. Wishing for warmth that inside brought. Wanting the comfort by the fire in a warm blanket after dinner was done. The thought of warm dinner made the boy lick his lips slightly as he thought of what his dad would make for them this time. The door creaked slightly as it opened up all the way. The boy’s back was up against it as he struggled to take his boots off with only his heels. With a few grunts of annoyance his boots were finally kicked off to the side which he would have to put up later on. The sound of the house was some what unsettling, no noise was heard of anyone talking. Confusing the blonde slightly as he stood there, blaming his hearing loss on the loud wind that blew outside. That was until he heard,

“TOMMY!” The boy glanced quickly over to find his brunette brother racing down the stairs towards him in a worried fashion. The blonde was confused, startled even when the brunette bent down toward his level of height and cupped his cheeks. His brown orbs gazed upon him up and down as if he was checking him for injuries. Yet all the boy could do was stare in confusion as he heard two more pairs of foot steps coming toward them both by the front door. Why was everyone rushing to him, did he miss something that happened while he was gone?

“My goodness there you are, where were you! You had us worried sick we were looking for you everywhere around the house!” Next came his father that bent down to look at him as well. Taking over what the brunette was originally doing in the first place. Tommy only smiled softly as he tried to hold up the logs he had gotten for them. A triumphant look on his face as he smirked widely. Proud of himself still when he thought they weren’t at the moment.

“I got you some more wood Dadza!, w-we were running out of logs for the fire place so I went to go and grab some more outside as a surprise! And I think I did a pretty good job if I do say so myself” Tommy replied as he heard his dad sigh softly to himself as he ran his hand over his eyes slightly. Tommy watched as his dad grabbed the logs carefully from him. Handing them back to his hybrid brother who understood what their Dad was meaning without saying a single word. The boy was confused still as he watched their dad look back toward him as he stood there. Taking notice of his red cheeks and nose that weren’t covered by his scarf like he had told him to do when out there. His warm hand went to his shoulder, resting it on top softly with a reassuring squeeze.

“I really appreciate you going out to get some wood Tommy...but you should have told someone where you were going and waited for one of us to go with you. You worried us to death because we didn’t know where you were. I don’t want you to ever do that again okay. Just tell us first before you go out there on your own. Your know about the mobs that roam in the darkness” Tommy glanced to the floor in sadness as stood there. Were they not proud of him for getting all of this wood by himself? He thought that Dad would see him as strong and independent after completing this task all alone. He always sent Techno to go and do that job on his own he noticed over the last couple of years. He has gone to the village alone too and so has Will from what he has recalled. So why was it different for him? Why was he treated like he was so fragile and pathetic, like he needed someone to hold his hand and help him with everything. He could handle himself, he was already 10 going on 11 soon enough. He shouldn’t be treated a small child anymore like they are doing to him, he isn’t a child like they think he is.

“But I just thought that you could use the wood, I know you always complain about not having any on stand by when we run out. I thought I was doing something nice for you by going out and taking care of it. I can handle myself Phil I know I can, you’re teaching me how to use the sword and I can do some moves with it. I can protect myself-”

“I know you can, I didn’t say anything about that Tommy. I believe that you could protect yourself if it came down to it....But I want to make sure that you’re safe and protected even if you do know how to....You’re my youngest and I don’t want anything to happen to you and know I could have been there to help alright. You don’t know what could happen out there on your own and I want you to be prepared for anything even if it is to go and get wood by the shed” Phil replied watching Tommy’s sad look turn in to an annoyed one in a matter of a few seconds. The boy raised his hand up and wiped his stuffy nose. Regretting not putting his scarf up for the couple of minutes he was out there in the cold. Tommy glanced over Phil’s shoulder and locked eyes with his hybrid brother turning the logs in the fireplace. Taking note of the look on his face of eavesdropping on them. He was so envious of him, of so much he could do on his own. How proud Dad was of him and his skills he has and has been taught. He wanted to be in his place, he wanted that recognition that his brother has earned through his hard work. He just wanted to know he was appreciated just as much as his brother was.

“How come Techno can go out on his own and I can’t”

“Because I know how to handle myself more then you, gremlin” Techno butted in as he set the turning rod back where it belonged. Knowing he was making Tommy more annoyed then he was with his words. He would be lying if he said he didn’t like the fire in his eyes when he riled him up. But he did know that Tommy wasn’t ready yet to take care of himself in many ways. Defending himself being one of them from the many he could think of.

“I have trained Techno for many years Tommy and I still am as well and you know that. He is more skilled in other ways and weapons then you are, that is why I trust him with that job because I know he can take care of himself more efficiently with the monsters outside. You just need a little more practice before I can fully ease myself with you being out there on you own” Phil watched as Tommy rolled his eyes slightly, acting like Phil couldn’t see him but he did in fact see his expression. He felt as thought Tommy was going through puberty a bit early with his attitude he has had recently. Maybe since he seen Will going through it he was wanting to as well to act like him. But this look was more jealousy then the looks he would get from Willbur.

“But it’s not fair, I want to be able to do things on my own as well. I’m not a baby any more Phil!....what’s the worst that could happen, getting a few injuries.....my first respawn happening?” Tommy asked, his arms out wide as he named off the possibilities he could think of. He watched his dad’s eyes widen to the last thing he mentioned. Wondering why exactly those words peaked his interest.

“Tommy you know I don’t want you having your first respawn at this age, those experiences shouldn’t happen-”

“Techno has already had his and I know it! You guys won’t say anything about it but I know what happened a couple of weeks ago! So what’s the problem with it then?” Tommy asked as he pointed over toward his brother standing there, about ready to walk back to the kitchen even where he was earlier. Yet once his name was mentioned and his accident that had happened, he knew Tommy was stepping over the line.

“Tommy-”

“If he could go through that then so can I-” Techno had had enough of his bickering. He stepped forward, feeling himself growing more and more impatient and annoyed by the second from his brother’s behavior. He stopped in his tracks, realizing Will’s arm was out stretched. The brunette looked over at him in his grayish blue orbs. Taking in the irritated look he was giving him, he understood why he was feeling this way. But a fight right now was not needed after a moment of worry they had. He heard Techno scoff at is attempt to stop him, yet noticed his breathing was calmed down some.

“You don’t want to experience your first death! It was hard for me to go through with that and I don’t speak about it because it was to traumatizing for me to even explain it Tommy!” Techno spoke up as he walked closer toward them standing there. Pushing past Wilbur’s arm that stood as a wall in his way, yet reminded him he shouldn’t be fighting at this second. He just wanted to defend Phil and himself in this argument that they were having even though he was the adult. His voice wasn’t angry or raised, it was stern and bold almost as if he was trying to stay calm toward his little brother. Tommy glanced over at him, shutting his mouth quickly upon hearing his words. Nothing scared the Blade, not even the monsters that roamed the night, not the enemies that fought in war stories dad told. Nothing ever did so knowing that death did truly meant that it was something he shouldn’t deal with at his age.

“Tommy when you’re older you’ll get to do more alright I promise. But for now I want you to be more careful and let us know when you do this again.....okay?” Phil asked as he stood up from the ground, eyes still on his youngest son standing there in silence. The room was filled with an uneasy feeling from all of them being on edge about this situation. The blonde boy’s head slowly turned back toward Phil. His eye was full of wonder as he tried to find the right words to say.

“Yes Phil I understand.....sorry”

“Don’t be sorry....you thought you were doing the right thing.....Like I said I appreciate you going and doing that, we did need more logs if I’m being honest. I’m proud of you okay....you just scared the living shit out of me mate and I don’t want to go through that ever again” Phil replied as he ruffled up Tommy’s hair, seeing his understanding eyes fill with gratefulness as he glanced up toward him. The blonde removed his coat quickly upon hearing his dad step away from him. Sighing softly of relieve as he made his way back over to the kitchen.

“Now then, Dinner is going to be done in a couple of minutes so come and get your drinks and take your seats at the table.” Phil called before disappearing in to the kitchen fully to finish up dinner. As the blonde set his boots away to the side he felt his hair be ruffled once more. He shot up from bending down, catching Wilbur slowly walking away from him with a small smile on his face. His proud look never faded, the look Tommy yearned for to know he truly did something right.

“I’m glad you are alright problem child”

“I’m not a child Wilbur!” Tommy called back as he watched him disappear in to the kitchen area like Phil had done. His sky blue orbs soon went over to his hybrid brother standing there. His stare was both full of irritated and confused gazes as he stood with his arms crossed around his chest. Tommy sighed as he ran his fingers through hair nervously. Not wanting to be on bad terms with his brother at this hour. He didn’t mean to bring him in on the small argument he was having with Dadza. He didn’t even mean to show his jealousy for him in the argument either. The boy soon walked forward some to him, his gaze down at the floor as he stopped a couple of feet in front of him. Yet as he was about ready to apologize his brother’s hand rested firmly on his shoulder. Tommy glanced up at Techno as he stared down at him, taking noticed of the smirk on his face.

“Come on....dinner’s almost done, don’t want your food to be cold now do we?” Techno asked as he dropped his scarred hand from his shoulder blade. Taking a couple of steps toward the dining hall before stopping. He gazed back toward Tommy that just stared in confusion behind him.

“You coming gremlin or what?”

“Does this mean you forgive me....and HEY I’m not a gremlin!”

“Fine....problem child”

“I’M NOT A CHILD!” Tommy yelled as he chased after his older brother that laughed warmly.

“Yes you are Tommy” The brunette butted in as he set drinks down at the table. Making the blonde mischievous child groan in sadness to the name they were giving him.

“You’re all children! *laughs* Now eat your food before it get’s cold. I don’t want to hear you complaining like yesterday” Phil called over all of them, shutting the debate on names down as soon as he set down some Chicken and potatoes on the table out in front of the hungry trio. The blonde watched as Wilbur grabbed the fork immediately and started to cut in tot he chicken while Techno grabbed his baked potato he wanted. The blonde smiled to himself as he watched his brother grab a potato for him as well. The small smile on his face told all when he flashed him smirk before digging in to his own food. Showing that they were on good terms,

“Do you want some butter for your potato Tommy?” Phil asked, earning Tommy’s attention. The boy nodded his head and watched as Dadza took his plate. Smearing the butter all over his baked potato just how he liked it. The blonde nodded his head in gratitude before digging in to his own well cooked meal in front of him. Maybe there were some aspects to not being independent just yet. Some things he would enjoy before being on his own once he grows up.

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{Reassurance Gone} Dream SMP Fanfic, pt 2 of Reassured

{Based off of Tommy’s last stream everyone is devastated about. Sorry everyone who reads this if I bring back bad memories. WARNING : Abuse, Blood, Manipulation}

"It's no problem Tommy, I'm always here for you"

Tommy thought long and hard over those words as he sat in the cell all this time with his worst nightmare. Time was almost slowed as the hours no minutes went by. He felt the walls caving in around him, it was so hard to breath, so hard to concentrate. He sat as far away as he could from that nightmare he shared a cell with. The man that had eyes on him with his devilish grin that seemed to never fade. His hands would shake, fingernail imprints dug in to his skin from how hard he would press his fingers against his palm to distract him. His body would quiver even though the lava that dropped from the outside was a few feet next to him. He was terrified of many things, he wished this was a nightmare. He begged that it was so he could wake up and pretend nothing ever happened. But sadly it wasn’t, it was all to real and that was what pained him day by day as he sat in the cell with his worst enemy.

"It's no problem Tommy, I'm always here for you"

Sam had told him before he gotten himself in to this mess, the creeper hybrid was so set on helping him. He was so concerned with him and his mindset, standing right by his side and made sure he was comfortable with everything. Sam had him keep his mindset on something instead of thinking about the bad times he had previously. He truly cared about him didn’t he? He wasn’t using him like almost everyone else seems to. The blonde broken boy screamed out his name, cried for him to come to his rescue. He even screamed for Phil, the man he trusted with most things in his life. But nobody came, he felt his hope fading slowly. Knowing no one would come to his aid at this rate, he would have to tough this out and play the waiting game he hated dearly. But even a thirty minute visit with the villain he hated most made him sick to his stomach. He wanted to see Sam.....he wanted to see Phil, he wanted to see Tubbo. He wanted freedom again that he longed for, for what seemed like eternity.

Days had pasted for what seemed like a month went by, the blonde was so tired from trying to stay up in the nights he stayed. The light of the lava being his only light in the darkness that surrounded him. There was no trust in sleeping around the homeless man as Techno would like to call him. At this point in time he wanted to claw his ears off after listening to the nightmare talk about his stories and his past life before he had met Tommy. To try and pass the time as Dream says. Even after the blonde shouted at him to shut up several times, singing to distract him from his words but nothing would work. He was surprised that a fight didn’t break out sooner between them both. There were few arguments on some things. Like Dream telling him to give up, that no body was coming to save him. Or how Dream left Sapnap and George, that he didn’t care at all for them even int he beginning. They both knew ways to toy with each other’s emotions, yet Dream knew exactly where to stab in order to get the right reaction out of him. But at this rate Tommy was feeling himself go mad as the hours went by with him.

“Sam! Sam let me out Sam! Please!” Tommy yelled as he heard Sam’s voice coming closer to the cell. He was excited once he heard his voice, relieved that he was finally done with the torture of staying in the box with Dream. He wanted to leave, he wanted to see Sam and hug him tight. He wanted reassurance again, he wanted to know that he was finally okay and away from the prison forever. He would leave and never look back ever no matter what would happen to him. Yet once he heard Sam and his reply, his happiness dropped at an alarming rate. His smile faded once he heard his words,

“Tommy I promise you I will figure out what is wrong and I will get you out of there as fast as I can. I promise you okay and don’t you forget that. I’ll make sure you come out as soon as possible but I have to make sure there is no possible way of Dream escaping again” Sam shouted through the lava in order for Tommy to hear him somewhat. The blonde just stared at the lava with his mouth slightly open in a confused stare. He thought he was done, he thought his time in here was now over with. He was done, he was supposed to be free from the hell he was living him. He needed to leave now, he couldn’t bare another second of this madness. Tommy clutched his shirt tightly, his breathing was becoming short and heavy like something was on top of his chest. He could feel tears forming in the corners of his eyes. His wrapped hand quickly wiped them away, he shouldn’t show weakness at this moment. He didn’t want to cry in front of Dream over this, Dream would most likely use that against him now wouldn’t he. Tommy bit down on to his bottom lip slightly as he tried to calm himself down.

“B-But why Sam....you said a week” Tommy barely spoke, holding back his anxiety and sadness as he spoke toward Sam behind the lava. It was to hard doing this for a week and now there were extra days added on to it? What was Sam thinking? What was he doing, he knew Tommy’s fears, he knew what Dream had done to him in exile. So why was he not understanding that he needed to be let out now.

“Tommy....I-”

“SAM FUCKING LET ME OUT! PLEASE SAM! I”M BEGGING YOU....please....please just get me out of here....I-I can’t do t-this anymore” Tommy whimpered as he fell to the floor on to his knees. Tears slipped down his cheeks with a sizzling sound of them dropping to the floor near the lava. The smokey smell filled Tommy’s lungs as he sat only a foot or two away from the burning lava. His eyes clenched as he tried to hold back his sobs, he was grown up. He shouldn’t be crying over this right? Yet he felt it was the right thing to do at the moment since there was nothing else to exactly do.

“Tommy you can stay in there for a bit longer I know you can....Tommy you’re strong, you can stand a couple more days in there....Don’t give up hope now alright, I promise I’ll get you out of there soon. Just trust me on this, Dream can’t be let out of the prison. Many lives depend on that Tommy, I’m sorry I know how terrible this is for you and I want to get you out of there I do”

“It’s kind of hard to do when you told me I’d be stuck here for a week Sam...7 DAYS! 7 days is what I was told and now you’re telling me MORE! I KNOW MY RIGHTS, I KNOW WHAT I SIGNED IN THAT BOOK SAM” Tommy shouted to the point where he started to cough. Blaming it on the nuclear reaction to Tubbo’s rocket crater. Sam covered his mouth, noticing the strain in Tommy’s voice as he shouted across the lava barrier that separated them both. The creeper hybird hated himself so much as he heard him yell over and over again for him to let him out. He wanted to open up the lava barrier and bring him out so badly. But this was protocol, he couldn’t bring himself to even do it. His hand hovered over the button that would remove the lava and bring the path over for him. Hesitation was all he felt as his shaky hand went over the button several times to try and press it. After swearing that he would protect him so much he couldn’t even bring himself to open up the gate and bring him out. He wanted to just grab him and tell him everything was gong to be okay. The idea of Tommy being stuck with the server’s number one dangerous person made him sick to his stomach. He made a promise to him and here he was breaking it....what was he doing? What was he thinking?

“Sam.....you know...I-I don’t do well in small areas Sam....this is worse then exile sam....this is way worse the exile...please let me out...I don’t like this.....I-I can’t do this Sam *sniff*....I need out....I need you....I-I can’t be in here with him anymore *sniff*” Tommy cried as he wiped his eye with his palm, trying to calm himself some what. Attempting to do the breathing exercises Sam had taught him when he would panic like this.

“I-I know it’s not the best but I can’t let you out Tommy....not now....just a couple more days-” Tommy clenched his hands tightly, his breathing was not easing up as he sat there. His fists pounded the floor in anger, why couldn’t he just understand what he was going through.

“FOR ONCE STOP BEING SUCH A PUSSY AND SHOOT HIM IN THE FACE! LET ME OUT! PLEASE I’M BEGGING YOU SAM” There was a long pause after Tommy screamed at him. For a second Tommy thought Sam was actually gong to listen and bring him out like he wanted. But the silence was just because Sam was speechless toward Tommy and what he screamed. he has never heard him scream like that before. Even when TechnoBlade and him were yelling at each other during the festival.

“I promise you you’re gonna be out soon, you just need to stay strong Tommy” Tommy’s face fell once he heard Sam utter those words to him once more. Like a broken record on replay over and over again. No matter how much he pleaded Sam wouldn’t open up the doors. He probably wouldn’t if Dream was hurting him either.

“j-just....just fuck off” Tommy replied as he covered his eyes with his palms that hurt from him hitting the ground. Sam held his hand out toward the direction Tommy was in. Clenching his fist as he retracted it back, replaying the words the boy had said over and over within his head. He sounded so terrified and so hurt. Same hated himself for turning around, his feet were slow as he basically dragged them while walking away. He couldn’t bare looking at the lava that contained the prison cell anymore. He couldn’t bare thinking that Tommy was in there suffering because of him.

Tommy sighed as he stood up from his spot on the floor, his head turned around slowly to find Dream simply smiling as he stood up against the side of the wall.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad Tommy”

“It is and I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, you’re ugly!” Tommy shouted as he walked back over to the wall next to the chest that contained their books they shared. He wanted to sit and be alone with his thoughts that seemed to just be bad. Yet the masked villain didn’t seem to know anything about alone time now did he?

“Yeah yeah I know you say the same thing every 10 minutes I get it., I get it don’t you worry” Dream held his hands up in defense, his sly smirk never faded from his face as he stood there. He enjoyed watching Tommy fidget and yell in his anxious state, he didn’t need to write anymore to keep busy. All he had to do was watching him and his comedy act he played. Tommy’s blue orbs darted over to him as he stood up against the wall. He rolled his eyes as he hugged his knees tighter to his chest. Calming himself down from achieving a bigger panic attack that would soon come on. He hated Dream so much, he hated Sam for not coming to help him, he hated himself for even coming here in the first place. He wanted to go home, he wanted to go back to his hotel he just finished. Why was it so hard to achieve happiness, why is there something always in his path when he finally get’s something he wants. Life couldn’t be more unfair to him then it was right now. He was just so done with everything, and yet his mind kept telling him not to give up hope like he wants to dearly.

“Tommy....hey I have an idea okay hear me out....why don’t we break out together huh, you get what you want and I get what I want?” Tommy stared at him for a second as he watched Dream push off of the wall and walk toward him. What was Dream trying to do now to him, he told himself never to fall for anything he says ever again.

“what...no because then you’ll be out with me and I don’t want you to break out. You deserve to stay in here Dream for everything you have done, I don’t” Tommy replied shyly, resting his head back down on to his knees. Dream just stared at him, his eyes squinting as he tried to read Tommy’s facial expression. He knew he wouldn’t be able to manipulate him any longer, the boy had grown smarter since the last time he played with his emotions. It would be harder to take advantage of him this time. But he was up for the challenge, it was always quite fun to have something new. Dream sighed as he turned his back toward him, watching the lava fall from up above where the entrance is.

“Fine....I’m gonna get out....and you...you just motivated me *points towards Tommy*. You motivated me all this time you know that. Seeing how dedicated you are....” Dream smirked as he watched Tommy’s facial expression change to irritation and anger. He was going to escape, he knew he was, he just needed to right plan and the right moment to do so.

“I’m going to get out....and when I do I’m going to have my revenge.”

“what the....what the fuck does that mean?....W-What does that mean Dream?” Tommy stuttered as he lifted his head up from his knees, slowly making his way up against the wall as he watched Dream. Tommy could feel a shiver go down his spine as he watched him. He was enjoying this he knew he was, this was all just a big show to him and nothing more. He was just trying to get a rise out of him. What was sad was it was working and he hated it. He shouldn’t let Dream get a hold of his emotions but it was so hard not to listen.

“It means I’ll get my revenge Tommy, What do you think that means”

“on who....oh OH ON EVERYONE WON’T YOU! YOU’LL GO AND YOU’LL KILL...you won’t kill everyone won’t you...you wouldn’t kill anyone......of course you would wouldn’t you you bastard.....you sick sick bastard do you fucking know that!” Tommy muttered underneath his breath as he turned away from him. Dream was a sick human being, human being if that. He would take the chance to kill anyone if he was given it. He used Tubbo against him to give him the disks back. Everyone is just another pawn in his grasp that he plays to get what he wants over all. He has said it before, he doesn’t care about anything he just wants power. Even if it meant him hurting the ones he used to care about.

“You’ll kill Tubbo won’t you?”

“Tommy.....I’ll get revenge on who ever wronged me” Dream chuckled as he watched Tommy boil with rage. His fist came forward and was met with Dream’s jaw line. Dream took a step back and held where Tommy had punched him. He seen Tommy clenching his hands tightly as his teeth grinned against each other. His rage was taking over his body at the moment, the show was just ow getting better for the prisoner.

“YOU WILL NOT KILL TUBBO!” Tommy yelled as he came forward and punched him again once Dream stood up. All Dream could do was laugh to himself as he spit to the side. Feeling blood drip from the cut on his lip. His steady fingers reached up and touched his bottom lip. Seeing the red on his finger tips as he pulled his hand slowly away

“Stop hitting me Tommy, you really don’t want to do that now”

“No....fuck you...fuck you Dream!”

“Fuck you Tommy...aww you’re so...I’ve sat hear, listening to your bullshit this whole time you have been in here with me!....You’re whining and crying about how this is worse then exile out int he middle of fucking no where. This is soooo terrible, you’re sitting in a box-”

“YEAH, I’M CLAUSTROPHOBIC...A BOX....A SMALL BOX AT THAT YOU FUCK. THIS IS THE WORST THING ANYONE COULD DO TO ME!!”

“I’ve been sitting here for a hundred times longer then you! *pushes Tommy back roughly* And you sit there and tell me that it’s so horrible and so bad..But we have each other to talk to don’t we. You keep pushing me away like that is going to do anything. I’m used to the silence here, I can handle myself just fine. But you on the other hand, it looks like you need someone to distract you from this sticky situation you’re in” Dream replied pointing at the blonde boy across the room from him.Tommy showed his fangs as his upper lip raised to scowl. He hated him so much, he was his enemy not his friend. He was the man that tortured him in exile for weeks, the man that turned his best friend against him and made sure no one would come to see him. The man who made his life a living hell and made him think of jumping off in to lava in the nether several times to escape the world he lived in.

Tommy laughed slightly as he walked forward toward Dream, he wasn’t going to be scared of him. He put him in this prison, he was the on that took two of his lives away from him and he could take away the third as well.

“You don’t have me....you’ll never have me....WE don’t have each other alright.....I am me and you are just t-this loser who goes around manipulating people. LYING to get what he wants.....you are a fucking no one man, you’re just a sick excuse of a human being you know that? huh..You truly are, I don’t know what George and Sapnap seen in you....You make me sick” Tommy chuckles softly as he runs his fingers through his messy hair, trying to read Dream’s expression as he stood there in front of him.

“You might have a favor, who is it TechnoBlade? Is he going to struggle to get you out....No no no TechnoBlade doesn’t like governments, he likes self gain....*laughs* Do you really think he wants to piss off the owner of the most powerful building on this entire land Dream? The Blade is smart....he wouldn’t go out of his way for someone like you even if he does have a favor he owes you. I know Techno better then that, he knows how and when to play his cards right and you aren’t in his plans” Tommy smirked as he remembered his times with the Blade out in the snow where he used to stay. The good times they shared of chaos, yet calming times by the fireplace for dinner in the evening Phil would cook for them. Those were times he missed dearly, times he wished he could earn back with the Blade. Sometimes he goes back and thinks about what would have happened if he didn’t betray the Blade back then. Maybe he would have been by his side right now and protecting him against Dream like he used to.

“But I do know something he might want....He likes knowledge right?” Dream asked with a smirk as he watched Tommy slowly stare at him in thought. Tommy was getting even more irritated, the blonde reached forward and pushed Dream again. Dream knew Tommy’s relationship was still a touchy subject even now, he would use that against him if he was going to act this way.

“Shut up”

“He likes being a couple steps a head of people....I know how he can think, he is good with strategy....just because I am trapped in here doesn’t mean I have lost my knowledge Tommy! You know how grateful he’ll be once he see the book of reviving, he wouldn’t have to worry about Phil holding him back with his one life-”

“SHUT UP, YOU DON’T KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HIM!” Tommy yelled as he punched Dream in the arm as strong as he could. Yet it seemed like he wasn’t even fazed with him. Dream only laughed slightly underneath his breath as he fist came around. The wind was knocked out of Tommy as Dream’s fist landed right in to his stomach. Tommy clutched his stomach in pain as he tried to catch his breath. A coughed fit started as tears formed in the corners of his eyes. But before he could stand up, Dream’s fist came around again and again. Spit was coughed up on to the flooring as Tommy crouched down. Trying to catch his breath in his coughing fit he was having. Suddenly his hair was pulled back tightly, making him look up in pain as Dream pulled his hair to make him look up forcefully.

“Even though I’m in here I’m still more powerful then you are when you’re outside..It’s always been true and you know that....You should fear me” Dream smiled widely, but soon frowned upon Tommy’s unfazed look on his face.

“Stop fucking talking *coughs* for once in your god damn obsessed life.....I fucking hate you.....I hate you so mu-” Tommy’s face went to the side as Dream’s knuckles met with his cheek. A pop was heard as blood dripped from his nose. Yet Dream brought his head right back up again, noticing the blood that gushed down his lip.

“Says YOU? You have been ANNOYING ME ever since you have gotten here. EVERYDAY non stop whining! Whining about your fears, Whining about getting out and going to your Hotel. Whining about EVERYTHING” Dream shouted as he punched him again across his face. Bringing his head back up all over again so he could look at him. Tommy spit across the floor, blood mixed in with his saliva from his cut lip and oozing nose. His vision was hazy as he sat there, his eye must be swelling from his broken nose already.

“r-right now I could just kill y-you....and the only reason I’m not is because of my friend Tubbo....because we need that revive spell book or whatever the hell it is Schlatt gave you that you talked about.....you’d be dead already if you didn’t have that book” Tommy replied, spitting on the ground yet again to avoid the iron taste he hated dearly. Dream’s grasp left his hair as he took a couple of steps in front of him. His crazy laugh was something that couldn’t be forgotten. Tommy slowly reached up and wiped his nose of the blood that seemed to keep falling. His bandaged hand was now red from all the blood it gathered up.

“I am never using that revival book to help you....or ANY of your stupid little friends that you have....I am NEVER....NEVER EVER going to use it, on you, on any of your friends that you have and will make. I will never use it to save any of you and that’s a promise I will keep. SO just kill me, go a head come on....it’s not like I’m useful for anything, hell you’d be doing me a favor. Being trapped in here sucks, I’d be free if you’d kill me so DO IT” Dream yelled as he held hands arms out wide. Watching as Tommy stood up from the ground shakily as he clutched his stomach with his left arm. His eyes were wide as he stared at him in confusion, almost like he believed Dream would help him in the first place. He should have known Dream wouldn’t have helped him, but the look of shock was to priceless too pass up for the villain in the smiley face mask. Tommy glanced toward the ground, he couldn’t be serious right? He needed that book to revive Wilbur, he needed that book to help him and his friends now and in the future.What was he going to do now? He didn’t know what to do, what to even say next to the man in front of him. He was terrified of what to come next, he wanted to call out for help, he wanted back up but no one would come to his aid. He was all alone with a person so blood thirsty, he couldn’t even protect himself against.

“Once Tubbo dies, you’re just going to come crawling back to me. BEGGING me for that book....and I’ll simply say just let me out....But that won’t ever happen and Tubbo will just be dead for ever and it will be all your fault, all because you wouldn’t let me go.....it’s simple really, once he dies that’s all it will take for you to come and see me again for the book.....and I’ll asked the same thing every time you do...let me out”

“What to you mean when Tubbo dies?....What do you mean”

“If Tubbo dies” Dream corrected himself even though he already meant what he was going say. Once he is let out that will be one of his first targets to go after. The pawn that got in the way of so many of his plans in the past. The pawn that was supposed to die a long time ago and yet his death never came. Tommy turned his head, his hands were starting to clench once more as he thought about it. Thought about what Dream would do if he was let out in to the world yet again. All the damage and destruction that would come in his path once he leaves the prison. No one would stand a chance against him out in the world. Everyone one that sided against him would all be dead in a matter of days wouldn’t they?

“I’ll get out eventually, because either you’ll let me out or people will be dead....You need me....you need this book and I come with it whether you like it or not” Dream said as he crossed his arms tightly to his chest, almost like he was starting to pout. Tommy glanced to the side, trying to ignore the pain in his face from getting hit to many times already. The blonde started to shake his head ever so slightly as he was in thought. Dream raised his eyebrow underneath his masked that covered his scarred face. Confused as to what the boy was thinking as he stood there weakly. Tommy slowly met with the drawn on eyes of Dream’s mask. Wanting to see his full expression as they were arguing just to see what was going on inside his head. He was just so done with everything, he was exhausted and just didn’t want to argue anymore. Yet his brain begged him for the answers that Dream was keeping from him.

“The revive book.....it isn’t real is it?....it’s not fucking real....because from what I recall in exile all you do is lie to me....You lie to me and then you unveil this at last moment!” Tommy shouted as he pushed Dream back once more, to show he wouldn’t back down from him. But all he could see was his smile on his face as he stepped back. Tommy chuckled lightly as he wiped away the blood going down his chin.

“When we went down in to your pit.....here’s what you tell me *proceeds to point at Dream* Oh it was me that reorganized your beach party, it was me that blew up the community house. Basically framing me for every wrong thing you have done to make people hate me even more” Tommy replied in a frustrated tone, he knew he was stepping in to dangerous territory. But he was going to make he point whether he was injured or not. He was not going to back down from Dream any longer, at least that’s what he told himself. Tommy stepped forward, closer and closer toward his enemy that stood still patiently. Tommy pointed toward him, poking him in the chest as he came right up in front of him. So close he could tear off his mask right now with ease.

“You are a clinical manipulator.....a PSYCHOPATH if you will.... For all I know this revival book that you keep doesn’t even exist. Your little card that Jschlatt gave you to play. Jschlatt was just a big fucking drunk mad man alright! He wasn’t some powerful guy that had access to this kind of bullshit! He literally died from a heart attack or a stroke I don’t even know, but that man was not powerful in anyway....Do you really expect me to believe that he had that book? Fuck off man” Tommy replied as he pushed Dream back some more. His back was now up against the wall, yet he cold expressionless face seemed to never change. The boy would admit this was terrifying standing so close to him. He has been afraid the moment the explosions went off and he had to stay in here with him. Maybe even before that, yet he wouldn’t admit it to himself. As Tommy stared at Dream he finally faced him. Trying to think of what words he should say to him at the moment. There was a long pause before he continued,

“I’m NOT lying, Jschlatt gave me a revival book before he died” Dream replied, now pushing Tommy away from him so he could get some space away from the wall. The blonde didn’t believe a word that came out of his mouth from this point on. Why should he when all he has been told were lies coming from him.

“How about you revive him then....revive him right now!” Tommy stubbornly replied, his arms out wide as he stared at Dream. The masked villain knew non of his words were getting across to him in this moment. Tommy was really irritating him at this point in time.

“WHY WOULD I BE LYING ABOUT THAT HUH” Dream yelled loudly, scaring Tommy as Dream came forward and punched him in the gut again. This time Tommy wasn’t ready to defend himself. He just took the blow to his stomach once more. A whimper came out of his mouth as a few tears fell down his bruised cheeks.

“Oh what? To save my own skin or something? Is that what you think happened huh. I’m not afraid of you or any of those people out there?” Dream asked as he came forward and grabbed Tommy by his hair. Tommy whimpered in pain as he looked at Dream.

“e-exactly, because you’re a liar....you’re a big fat fucking liar.. Through your armor and skin you know what I see?” Tommy coughed as Dream hit him in his stomach once more. Bringing him back up to face him, every time he tried to speak Dream’s fist would collide with one of his body parts. His bottom lip busted and bleeding down his chin as blood flowed out from his broken nose. He could barely see out of his left eye at this point in time.

“a-all I see is a sad little man....w-who is insecure about how this world has gotten so far a head of him....a-and that his only little power in this world is gone from his grasp.... I see a sad little man alright.. You are a nobody Dream, you are NO ONE!”

“Tommy...don’t you realize that your life is literally in my hands....does that make you mad? Does that make you sooo mad?” Dream asked as he watched blood gush out from Tommy’s nose. The bruising underneath his eye was starting to get worse and worse.

“I know you won’t kill me Dream....you said it yourself back at your bunker....You can’t say shit to me” Tommy spit to the side, wanting to hurl from how much blood was in his mouth. The taste of iron was overwhelming on his taste buds as it mixed in with his spit. Tears still fell from his cheeks and on to his shirt.

“You can’t kill me Tommy......but I CAN kill you!”

“I could kill you right now if I wanted to” Dream’s leg clashed behind Tommy’s knee sending him to the floor. Tommy rolled over and attempted to kick Dream back. He escaped his place on the floor and tried to run for the other side of the room. But once he got up he was pushed back down to the floor in a matter of seconds. Tommy flailed as Dream held his ankle in place, the boy kicked and turned but he couldn’t shake his grasp he had on him. He couldn’t give up, he shouldn’t. If his friends and family has taught him anything, it was to not give up.

“And yet you won’t even try to kill me, you’re running away from me in this small cell like I can’t just catch up to you.....you’re so stupid to think that there is a way you can escape me.....do it....do it if you want to...I know you want to kill me Tommy....After everything that I have done to you! DO IT!” Dream shouted as he punched Tommy again and again in the face. Hearing him cough and spit blood on to the flooring beside him.

“n-n...no....I-I’m leaving soon-”

“You know you want to kill me Tommy....so come on!”

“Stop it ....STOP IT” Tommy struggled to pushed himself away from Dream on the floor. His vision was getting hazy as he pushed himself back as much as he could. All of his energy was gone as he sat there, watching his enemy come closer to him as he sat with his weight on his elbows.

“LOOK AT ME!.....the only reason I’m not going to kill you is because you are locked up in here....and and I’m going to be let out soon and live my life outside of these walls. Knowing that you’ll be trapped in here all alone for the rest of you life.....if I killed you, that would take away all the suffering that you deserve for hurting so many people” Tommy managed to spit out with a laugh as he watched Dream stop right in front of him as he sat there. The blonde weakly tried to push himself back up in to a better sitting position. He was about ready to stand when he slowly raised his head to look back up at Dream standing there in silence.

“I don’t believe the revive book is real Dream.....Schlatt is fucking dead and he should stay that way...I’ve seen his grave....his corpse is there inside that coffin he doesn't deserve....Big Q ate his damn heart for Christ sake....that book isn’t real Dream....so just give up the act alright” Tommy said as he stood up, his knees buckled as his whole body shook standing there. His breathing was uneven and shaky as he watched Dream stand there with no expression on his face. As Tommy slowly started to limp back over to their chest right by the sink to wash the blood off from him he heard footsteps behind him. His body ached as he bent down as best he could to splash his face with water. But once he felt cold hands on his neck he knew what was about to happen next. Dream pulled Tommy away from the sink and banged his head on the side of the edge. Blood dripped from the corner as the gash on Tommy’s forehead opened up wider.

“Then why don’t you go and join him then?” Dream suggested in a monotone voice that sent chills up Tommy’s spin. The frightened boy tried to escape from his grasp around his neck. No matter how hard he struggled Dream’s grip seemed to tighten around his neck. Making it hard for him to breath after a few seconds. Dream slammed Tommy’s head up against the wall this time. Blood smear as his face met with the rock that couldn’t be broken easily by their mining fatigue. BANG,

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“Tubbo....do you think we will ever make it big some day?”

“How do you mean Tommy?”

“Like...become well known hero’s or something?” Tommy asked as he fixed his sitting position on the bench that had his name carved in to the side of it along with Tubbo’s. The blonde glanced over at his best friend as he sat there. The sun set shined upon them with orange light as they watched it fall together. Tubbo chewed on his bottom lip in thought, a regular habit he has always had since they were young.

“Yeah”

“You really think so?”

“I think we could in the future.....we’ll become the best known hero’s in the world I tell you Big Man” Tubbo replied with excitement in his voice, even though his was getting hyped up on the thought. Tommy had a rough time believing that that would actually happen. The thought was nice but he felt as if it was to unrealistic at the moment. The blonde brought his hat around and stared down at it. The dream of him being a hero with his best friend by his side was amazing. But how would they even get there, where would they even start. They aren’t even adults yet and they are already fighting in a war. That’s when the thought of their deaths struck him, what would happen if they died and couldn’t return.

“What’s wrong big man?” Tommy jumped as he was brought out of his thoughts by Tubbo’s question. He hated that Tubbo knew him like the back of his hand some times. He didn’t want the brunette to worry about him, he wanted him to worry about his own needs. But Tubbo being the selfless guy he is would always care even if Tommy pushed him away. The blonde set his hat down in his lap carefully before answering. Looking back up at the boy with light shining on his left side.

“What...”

“What’s wrong, you’re doing that thing where you fidget with something as you’re in thought”

“Oh ah....it’s nothing Tubbo”

“Promise?”

“Yeah...I promise...it’s nothing”

“If there is something you know I’m here for you Tommy, I always will be if you forgotten that already”

“I know I know Tubbo....thanks” Tommy replied with a smirk as he seen Tubbo’s grin on his face before he turned to watch the sunset once more. The chill breeze that flew by as they watched it slowly fall below the tree line.

“It’s no problem Big man...I know you would do the same for me”

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Blood spilled on to the ground as Tommy cried out for help. His voice was broken and hoarse as he called at for Sam over and over again as his head was banged against the wall over and over. Tears spilled from his eyes as he cried out in the cell. Coughing on his own spit and blood as he continued to scream. The camera in the corner of the room still worked didn’t it? Sam would come to his aid right? Sam promised him he would be protected, that the creeper hybrid would protect him of this foul monster hurting him right now. Was all he said a lie? Was it just to comfort him and that was it? BANG went his head again against the cold wall, blood dripped over his eye from the gash widening on his forehead.

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“Wilbur wait up man!”

“Tommy you’re to slow hurry up now we need to head to the tree before sun down. You know how concerned Phil get’s when we aren’t back by 7″ Wilbur yelled back as they ran out toward the tree he claimed with with his initials in the bark. Wilbur had insisted on showing Tommy the sunset that day after watching it himself. The blonde boy was super excited to see what his brother had to show him. He didn’t even care that he didn’t have a jacket to keep him warm in the cold summer breeze.

“We’re almost there, come on Tommy!” Wilbur shouted as they ran up the hill. Finding their tree at the top where no other tree stood. The brunette soon came to a stop, hearing Tommy coming after him as fast as he could. The young boy gazed at the tree, the bright yellow and orange light shined through the leaves down upon them. Tommy laughed as he ran toward the tree after staring at it for a couple of seconds. Wilbur soon chased after him as he ran closer.

“This is AMAZING WILBUR....We need to show Dadza...I want to show Tubbo and Techno. Can we can we please!!” Tommy begged as he held on to Wilbur’s arm. Making the brunette laugh slightly, his hands ruffled up Tommy’s hair before reaching up on to a branch. Wilbur pulled himself up higher in to the tree. Leaving Tommy amazed on the ground as he watched him sit up higher. Wilbur smirked as he held his hand out, meaning he wanted Tommy to join him. The mischievous child smirked as he took a couple of steps back. Running full speed toward the tree, his shoes caught the trunk on a piece of bark as he grabbed a hold of Wilbur’s hand. Having the brunette pull him up to his height and sit down nest to him as they watched the sunset fall.

“We can show them tomorrow if you want to Tommy”

“YES! Thank you Wilby!” Tommy shouted, not even realizing he used his nickname for him. WIlbur laughed softly as he fixed his spot on the tree branch he sat upon. His hand reached in to his pocket and pulled out one of Techno’s knives he used for target practice back at home. He held it out for Tommy to hold, watching his light blue eyes widen in amazement.

“Go on...Write your initials in the tree like I did over here....we’ll get dad and Techno to do it as well” Wilbur replied as he watched the blonde move closer over toward the trunk of the tree. He steadied his hands as he carved a T and an M in to the wood next to Wilbur’s W and M. Except he added Big T underneath his name like he always does with his signature. Th boy looked back at the brunette who smiled at him warmly. A yawn escaped his lips slightly as they sat and watched the sun for a few more minutes in peace.

“Wilbur”

“Yes Tommy?”

“What do you think id going to happen to our initials when we grow older. Will they disappear?”

“No...when we grow older, the tree grows older too. The bark will grow over if we didn’t cut our names deep enough in to the tree”

“Oh......Well I hope when we come back here that they will stay and we can carve them out again” Wilbur smiled softly as he ruffled up Tommy’s hair yet again before jumping back on to the ground. His arms were out wide and waited for the blonde to jump down. Tommy caught what he was trying to do and jumped in to Wilbur’s arms. Not afraid if he was going to drop him or not.

“I hope so too Tommy. This is our own special thing”

“Yeah it is!”

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BANG! He was desperate, calling out for anyone. Tubbo, Phil, Techno, Sam, Ranboo, he just needed someone to help him. Some one who cared for his safety, his hope was not all forgotten in this moment. He tried so hard to get out of Dream’s grasp as he held on to him tightly. Leaving bruising from how tight his grip was. No matter how many times Tommy tried, he failed to escape from him. He failed to protect himself all this time, he wasn’t confident in himself fighting Dream. He was much rather terrified then anything else. That’s when his vision started to blur, black dots started to surround his vision around the room. BANG!

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“Are you sure Sam if it’s okay that I take a couple minutes for a break” Tommy asked as he walked beside Sam on the path leading to the brand new hotel that had opened up for everyone. Sam smiled softly as he reached over and ruffled up Tommy’s hair slightly. Something Tommy would only let the creeper hybrid do and no one else really at the moment.

“Yes of course I’m sure Tommy, you can always take a break if you need one. I’m not going to make you work if you are tired....Now speaking of breaks, we should probably take care of your hair....Don’t you think it’s getting a little long?” Sam asked as they made it to the front of the hotel with ease. The blonde boy chuckled slightly as he rested his oak logs down by the front he was planning on using later. His wrapped hand reached back and grabbed a hold of his blonde his in a small pony tail. He hasn’t had a haircut since staying at Techno’s house from Phil a couple months back.

“I kind of like the new look Sam....But I probably could have a inch or two cut off....it is starting to get a bit to long for my liking now that I think about it”

“It’s you decision on how you want it Tommy....let me go and grab some scissors real quick so I can help you alright”

“Will do Sam Nook” Tommy smiled softly as he watched him quickly run toward the community house that was rebuilt. The boy sighed softly as he sat down on a chair in the lobby of his hotel. The blonde was so tired of working all day, but was so happy Sam was generous enough to let him rest. He couldn’t have asked for a better mentor and friend by his side. He would never say it but he needed his comfort or else he wouldn’t know where he would be with out him.

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“p-please s-stop dream....p-please” Tommy choked out, preparing himself for another blow to his head that came soon after. BANG another time his head was bashed against the wall. Tommy tried as escape once more as he choked on his loss of air. His legs weakly tried to kick Dream in order to break free from him. Yet all the masked villain could do was laugh at his pain and misery as he attempted this plan. Dream took his foot and smashed Tommy’s leg up against the wall forcefully. Breaking the skin on his shins and knees.

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“Phil....are you sure that it should be brewd this way....I thought it was with fermented spider eye?”

“Nah mate...in order to make a potion of healing you need nether wart which we just did, glistering melon and glow stone dust to make it a healing potion 2 which I believe is better then a regular one” Phil replied as he pulled out the bottle from the brewing stand and sniffed the top of it. Make sure it was fully brewd this time instead of the last batch he thought was done. Tommy nodded his head slowly as he added the glow stone powder Phil handed him earlier. As he slowly added it in he heard footsteps coming from up stairs. His head jerked to the side and found Techno placing his chest plate on to him self before he slipped his cloak on.

“And where do you think you’re going mate? I thought you were going to take it easy today?” Phil asked without even looking up from his work.

“Going out on a small hunt Phil, shouldn’t take more then an hour out there maybe a bit more. We are running a small bit low on meat and I’m getting sick of eating golden carrots all the time” Techno replied as he rested his cloak on top of his shoulders. Fixing his golden crown on top of his head.

“Can I come too?”

“You want to go hunting? With your loud mouth you’ll scare everything away”

“Oh come on Blade, I’m not that loud”

“There was a spider in your room the other day and you screamed as loud as you could and begged me to kill it”

“T-That is different....I’m not that loud!” Tommy replied, his cheeks red with embarrassment since he knew Phil had no clue about what had happened that night. A nervous laugh left his mouth as he stood there, hearing Phil’s chuckle from behind him. But soon his hand went to his shoulder,

“Come on Techno....I tell you what, you both go hunting and I’ll start making some dinner alright. If you catch anything we’ll add it to the menu. Sound good?” Phil suggested, seeing the look on Techno’s face change. Tommy glanced over at him as he stood by the door, Techno slowly glanced to the side as he rolled his eyes.

“Fine....but I’m not slowing down for you, so you better hurry up before I leave you behind me” Techno replied as he grabbed his boots by the doorway. Smiling softly to himself as he heard Tommy scramble up the stairs behind him to go and grab his gear he needed for the journey.

“He’s growing on you isn’t he?” Tommy could hear Phil’s voice from down the stairs as he was fixing his own chest plate.

“Shut up Phil” Was all Techno replied, making Tommy’s smile grow twice as big then before. It was just like when they were younger again.

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BANG.......BANG....The cries soon became quiet after each hit. Tommy’s wrapped hands fell from trying to remove himself from Dream’s grasp around his neck. His arms fell to his sides as his legs gave out underneath him. His body limp as Dream let go, watching his body fall to the floor with a satisfied grin on his face. The message boomed in chat as the notification went wide to everyone that was on or near the area.

Tommyinit was slain by Dream

"It's no problem Tommy, I'm always here for you" Was what the boy thought in the beginning of this madness that surrounded him. His happy thoughts were fresh in his mind as he felt his consciousness slip away from him. Death came knocking at his door in a way he never thought would really happen. He was finally free of the pain that surrounded him, yet unsatisfied with his outcome. He didn’t die a hero, he died a victim that couldn’t do anything to prevent his death. What would everyone else think upon seeing his dead corpse. Yet all of his thoughts were now away from him as darkness surrounded his vision. He felt himself be stretched as he was in the void, a place no one was familiar with. He turned his head back and forth to see if there was anything around him. Anyone for that matter, was he dead? Was his final life taken from him? Tommy sighed as he started to walk forward, with one last turn of his head he stopped and just stared. Stared at the brunette he hasn’t seen in forever. He thought fear would be gone, but it only returned with anxiety as he seen him. Him and his worried and confused stare.

“W-Wilbur?”

“Hello Tommy”

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{Cold Heart Warmed} -SleepyBoisInc Story

{Family Dynamic!!! No relationships at all in this story!!}

His heart, cold as ice one could say. Cold and untouched by appreciation and love, acceptance and warmth of others. Some would say that you could see it in his cold death stare as he walked along the dead bodies around him in wars. Others could tell by one touch before their death came upon them in the blink of an eye. But the ones closest could tell by the sadden aura and distance he puts between himself and them. No one could put an exact date on a time when they had seen the Blood God truly happy or let anyone in. His family broken up and ruined over the years. The only one left he truly cared about was the blonde winged man that had one life before death came to his doorstep. The only person that seemed to even care about him over all and never left his side for anyone in the world.

The treatment was a usual case, he would leave everyone alone unless they came up to his door step. Almost begging for blood to be shed, red pools that covered the blank white freezing ground. Making the spots stick out like a sore thumb ever since the old days in the Antarctic empire. With one warning was all he would give, the warning that would either prevent or advance in the mayhem wanting to be achieved. Trying so hard to deny the blood the thousands of voices in his head begged and pleaded for as they pounded against his skull in his thoughts. Retirement was all he wanted, wanting to give up his violent ways and start a new. Yet no one could just forgive and forget could they. Seeing him as just the blood thirsty monster he was made out to be, earning the name he wanted to forget after all those years.

The first time he felt warmth in a while from someone other then the winged man at his side was from the small gremlin child. The blonde mischievous child that always butted in to his life even when they were young. The fond memories of their adventures, their sparring matches where he would let him win. Not to mention the times Wilbur and him had bullied him so much as they grew up and time flew by. The absence of the brunette musician caving in at his walls was gone unnoticed. Everyone thought he didn't care, even Phil as he cried in to his chest once he reached his house in the snow. Hearing Phil's voice crack as he sobbed made the stubborn piglin hybrid cry for the first time in a while. Knowing his crazy brother was gone forever and an empty spot would always be in his heart where he was. Yet it was a common thing that he and the child shared once he fund him in exile with the ghost that roamed him with a smile on his face almost always. He had felt bad but covered his true emotion up, returning time and time again to check up on him. Until finally the day of his execution that went wrong in so many ways, he had found him in his house. Seeming to have his spark back after all that time, even though his clothes were tattered and his wounds weren't healed. His stubborn and fiery personality had returned and made sure he stayed with the two in their house that was no longer secret.

There were risks the warrior knew about having the kid stay, with Phil in house arrest for the time being he needed to take care of him. Protect him like many years ago when they were young. He wouldn't say the gremlin owed him anything after everything he had given him. He thought it was the least he could do after ruining his country right in front of him. As time flew by the warrior felt something he hadn't felt in a long time, shocking him as the feeling came back on those cold nights. The warmness flooding him like wild fire, he couldn't even shake the feeling away as he stared down at the blonde kid in front of him. Not even forgetting the words he had told him all that time ago. He trained him to fight again, achieving on retrieving his armor and belongings. Feeling like he had a partner in crime like when they were kids, he hated to admit it but he loved spending time with him. Shocking Phil once he returned home with the Techno and found Tommy waiting there patiently reading Techno's books he had laying around.

For the first time in a long time the warrior felt something good instead of evil. Feeling like he could get used to this life he had yearned for. And yet it was taken away from him in the blink of an eye when they went in to assassinate Dream for the disks. The warrior watched as the kid went in there to defend himself of the wrong doing that he had never done. He was anxious anyone could see that as he stepped in there among everyone. Yet Techno didn't stand aside, he went in there and was ready to defend them both of anyone that stepped in the way. But the words

"I'm with Tubbo" Stuck in his mind like glue, repeating over and over again as he stood there gazing at him with tons of eyes staring down at him. The warmness was replaced with anger as he stood there, making his leave with out his so called friend by his side. Yet revenge tasted so sweet as he murdered the people among L'manburg and destroyed the place to a chunk error. He didn't care for them, the people that harmed him, the people that judged him. Blood was spilled, blood that satisfied the voices that screamed in his head. No regret was in his mind as he watched as water fell in to the large hole Dream had caused with his stacks of TNT. A victory in his mind as he watched everyone scurry away. Some fear in their eyes, other sadness or shock, it was sweet for a moment but went away as he made his way back home along side Phil who watched him carefully for his injuries. They say that revenge is sweet but never latest, that forgiveness makes you the higher person in the long run. But this felt right after so many betrayals toward him, he had snapped. The warrior was done, no he had been done and was dragged back unwillingly in to this fight that had longed be stopped. Techno had told himself as soon as he had gotten home a line that he wished he would stick by.

"Don't open up your heart for anyone anymore, nobody cares" Phil had noticed a change in him after the battle he hoped was the last. Expecting to find him gloating about how he had murdered Jack manifold many times and how he dueled Sapnap after he killed off so many of his dogs. But all he had gotten was silence as he stared off, letting Phil wrap his wounded hands slowly to not hurt him even more. The blank stare of him in thought that continued on for days as he distanced himself even more then he had done in a long while. Turning down and covering up the fact that he was not okay as Phil constantly asked him how he was feeling. The Blonde had known him better then anyone, better then he even knew himself. He knew when something was wrong the moment they left the crater in the old country that they both hated.

Yet as the days went by Techno had noticed the shy half enderman boy he had met once and let live in the war coming by. At first it was little visits with Phil by his side, treating him warmly like he would do to his own sons. The piglin hybrid scoffed and turned away from him, not wanting him involved anymore in his life. He didn't care for him, he didn't want to was all he told himself. When the boy came over he left completely to go exploring or mining, somewhere to occupy himself . Refusing to tell Phil why he had been avoiding the shy boy that lived in his shack on their land. Yet Phil understood, he always did for some odd reason. The blonde reassured the half piglin warrior it was fine for him to open up again. That is was normal for him to do and was alright. To go against his own inner rules he had set for himself, not wanting to damage himself even further mentally. But Phil was always right, making the warrior think long and hard before slowly opening back up again. From breakfast in the morning, the gift of his ax among many other things. To small adventures for mansions in the forests and burning them down. It felt new to Techno, this odd feeling was slowly returning and he hated it with a passion. But it felt so right over all, he was glad for once on meeting the boy he had grown close to. It was the right decision to do the more he thought about it as days went by.

They have and would teach him many things, sparring was one of the few things Techno had taught him on his own. But the enderman hybrid was catching on to their tricks in many ways. Leading Techno to even ask him if he would like to go out and grab some things they needed with him. The boy had become less and less shy around them both, excited even when asked to tag along on their adventures they had. Techno could even say he respected him and his decisions, not wanting to push him in to doing something he wouldn't want to. He was proud to teach him many things, proud to call him a friend after the while they have spent with each other. Going so far as to carrying about his sleep walking state and his memory issues.

The two would sit up on the roof late watching the stars and comets as they shined in the sky. Talking occasionally on things he planned to do and was going to. Sharing stories of how he got so many scars. Asking him on occasion if he was alright and what he remembered in the past couple of days. The favor was returned over a while, startling Techno when the young boy asked if he was alright one night as they sat drinking hot chocolate while Phil worked inside. No one had asked him those words besides Phil, no one at all cared about him. The silence worried Ranboo the night he asked, stumbling over his words as he apologized over and over for him asking. But the chuckle reassured the tall boy what he asked was alright, getting a small okay in return to his question. Techno would always deny it when Phil had asked him if he was going soft as a joke. But the truth was they both liked Ranboo over all and were glad that he could say. Techno would even go as far as to protect him if he was in need, even if the favor wasn't returned he felt okay with the outcome.

Yet as the day came when BadBoyHalo came by and took Techno on an adventure Ranboo followed close behind their trail. Worried about the warrior he had grown close to in all his time with him at their home. The blade would always find him in the corner of his eye, making sure BBH didn't notice him in the distance. The warrior wasn't sure what he was up to but he knew he wasn't going to let Bad get a hold of him. But the Blade could thank the ender boy at least later on for this. The Egg was weird as it spoke to him as Bad brought him closer, he felt as though it if weren't for Ranboo he would have gone closer and his doom would have been met right then and there. Techno was afraid and tense as he watched Bad bring Him over, he went so far as to distract Bad for the boy to escape. But to no avail he was caught any way, the piglin tried his hardest to keep him away from the egg. Making sure he stepped in the way of him so he wouldn't go any closer to the Egg or Bad when he brought them up to his room.

Techno was dead set on protecting him no matter what Bad wanted to do. Making him top priority over all in his mind. Anxiety filled him as he watched him fall in to the pit down below directly over the egg. The blade fumbled with his trident and threw him a couple ender pearls in order to escape with. As soon as he reached the top Techno held his shoulders tightly and looked at him. Ranboo shook as he stood there, fear in his eyes that made the Blade furious with Bad. The blade did something he never thought he would do, his arms wrapped around the boy tightly as he stood there. Catching him off guard completely,

"Are you okay" Techno asked in a clear calm voice, feeling Ranboo shake his head quickly. Techno let go of him, looking at him one last time before they escaped the house and attempted to make their way back home before Bad interrupted them once more. The trip was silent mostly as they made their way to the portal with Steve. Techno was tense and so was Ranboo as they walked back.

"Techno.....can I um....ask you something?" Ranboo broke the silence between them both, watching as Techno glanced over his shoulder.

"Yeah...sure" He replied as his bearings returned to him, making his way over to the bridge that would soon lead them home and back to Phil who was hopefully there waiting for them. The blade worried about the silence between them again, knowing Ranboo was hesitant on his question. But he wasn't going to push him on asking, he never did and never would.

"You mentioned you heard um voices back there didn't you" Ranboo asked suddenly, and yet Techno didn't even seem fazed when the boy asked him of this. The only reply was a sigh internally as he regretted mentioning anything of his voices to Bad in the moment they had. Techno glanced around, not sure how to exactly go with this information. Would it scare the kid off or should he even know. Technoblade sighed softly as he gathered his thoughts, pushing down the voices that screamed in his head.

"Oh yeah, I hear lot's of voices"

"Who are they....like uh who do you hear when you hear the voices" Ranboo asked again as he held his sword tightly in his grasp. His head raised up from the ground as he watched Techno walk across the small log bridge that was completely unsafe. He wanted to learn as much as he could about the voices. Wanting to know if it was normal to hear them even though he knew for sure it wasn't. But a small part of him prayed that Techno would now how to help silence them, how to help him with his problem.

"It's....it's so hard to keep track of them, you can't really get attached to a voice in particular......some times they are helpful, other times they scream for bloodshed and Blood for the Blood God....They are loud especially when in war or at times when I try to calm myself.....but there are little times when they are quiet, blood can sometimes help quiet them....I have noticed that Phil actually helps quiet them down too" Techno replied, wishing he didn't go in to that much detail so quickly. The warrior glanced over his shoulder, watching Ranboo as he was in thought. He didn't seem afraid, but confused as he walked behind him. Maybe Techno had told him to much and needed to explain it more thoroughly.

"So you hear....multiple?"

"Oh yeah...like hundreds of thousands at an estimate"

"And it's not just one person?"

"No no no....it's...it's a lot of people" Techno replied as he walked down the stairs slowly so Steve could catch up to them. Ranboo started to chew on his lip as he walked beside Techno on the bridge. He didn't know why he was so nervous all of a sudden as he was speaking. He could trust Techno couldn't he? He knew he could, after all they had gone through he knew he could. He glanced over, watching Techno's eyes as he glanced around the hell like area they used as a short cut.

"Why do you ask this Ranboo, something wrong?"

"I cause well....I kinda hear well one voice actually" Techno turned his head in shock toward Ranboo as they walked. He had never met anyone else with the same problem as him. He would never wish this upon anyone else even if they were his worst enemy. There was no telling how the kid was feeling at all.

"How is the voice like?"

"It's a...Dream's" The name made Techno's face scrunch up in disgust as he heard it leave Ranboo's mouth. The homeless teletubby now in prison for all of his hateful crimes he has committed. He hated the fact that he teamed up with him the more the days went by. The regret finally setting in after all that time ago. Why would Ranboo be hearing him is the important question, was he trying to manipulate him too while he was at it. Techno's shoulder's were tense as the made there ways farther down the path.

"You hear Dream's voice?"

"Yeah...yeah...it's um...not good what it says...um you know sometimes when you see me walking around right...and it doesn't really seem like it's really me?"

"Yeah me and Phil will find you sometimes in that state"

"Yeah...so it's something that I just found out and refer it to the Enderwalk...and Dream um...it tells me the things I evidently did ya know...like the voice is a link between those two...I-I don't know....it's just the voice tells me so many things that evidently I did and I believe him even though I feel like I didn't do those things....he makes me believe things that I don't think are real and confuses me in to thinking I did do them and that I hurt so many people and I-I-" Ranboo stopped once he felt Techno hold on to his shoulder blade tightly. His breathing was slowing down as he looked slightly down to his eyes. His memorizing scar along his right cheek stuck out more then his grayish blue orbs. He needed to calm himself down, panic attacks just make him go in to his ender walk state quicker.

"Hey hey calm down.....you're stressing yourself out Ranboo....you're okay alright, we'll figure something out alright....I'm the one with multiple voices I'm sure there is something we could do trust me on that....You aren't alone in this" Techno reassured him, but what he didn't expect was the boy's arms to wrap around him tightly. Techno stood there in shock, not sure what to exactly do at the moment. It was like when he tried to calm Tommy down in his panic attacks he would have caused by the green blob. Techno's scarred arms slowly wrapped around the tall boys back, returning the hug Ranboo gave him. His heart rate was so high Techno noticed as they stood there, slowly starting to decrease as time went by.

"I'm sure we'll figure out something Ranboo alright"

"y-yeah....yeah.....thank you T-Techno"

"I- eh......it's..no problem"

The heart some would say was so cold to the touch that you would freeze if you made contact with him. The death stare that would send some fleeing away at the sight. Fear spreading over their body as they seen him in bloodrage and in anger. The heart that refused to have warmth in fear of getting hurt over and over again like the past. The heart that was now slowly being warmed over time. The heart that was opening back up even if he denied it over and over again in denial. The heart that was giving a person a chance at being closer then anyone would be to him. The cold heart that was warmed up and he didn’t even know it.

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